May 29, 2011 11:42
Dinner had seemed to pass by too quickly, while night had come on quietly, with just the click of the door opening. Nonetheless, Peter had managed to get his new duffel bag packed with all of the medicine, syringes, and medical supplies that he might need without it being too heavy to manage. He still had to carry his shovel in his other hand, which meant he was going to be weighed down more than he probably should be, but he would just have to drop the bag if he got into a nasty fight.
It wasn't the best system, but it was all he had to work with and being able to hang the bag over his shoulder also meant that he still had an open hand for his flashlight. He definitely felt more like a paramedic at this point, especially since he had changed back into the military uniform.
Still, he could suit up as much as he liked, but none of it would matter if he couldn't find people to save. That started at square one, though, which meant finding Claire. She was probably the person who needed the least protecting, but he couldn't kick the feeling that her night yesterday hadn't gone well after she'd left him, and so she wanted to be a good uncle this time around. He owed it to her after she'd healed him.
After bidding farewell to Sam and heading out into the hallway, Peter didn't delay in moving down it. He didn't know if there was anything planned for them tonight by Aguilar, but it wasn't something he could spend time worrying about when he needed to high-tail it over to the female block.
[For Sylar.]
s.t.,
sylar,
scott pilgrim,
peter petrelli,
izaya,
two-face,
spock,
tifa,
prussia,
indiana jones